Victorian Gin Palace

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On a night like tonight

The words:


Girls, gin, thin

Originally dispersed

Now come together in a terse verse

Originating in London town, circa 1836.


I love a foggy pea-souper,

Down on the Kentish marshes,

Or a swirling mist around Whitrchapel

With the Ripper in tow


Charlie Dickens is scribbling away

In a dark corner

Of a candle lit room


He is thinking that

Gin has a rosy 

Gas lit


A glare and glow

That sees it sitting there

Tasting moreishly 



Give Charkie'a shades a bottle or two,

Green swirling glasses of gin and water:

sup it by the neck

sup it by the glass

Just you remember:

Nothing lasts

Not even laudanum.


But, aye. That'll do,

Gin is the drink for YOU.



I drink it too.


◄ Bobbins

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